This year it be on Saturday, September 19. What be ye doin’ fer it, mateys?
“Talk Like a Pirate Day” Resources on MuseBlog:
Talk Like a Pirate Now (how-to video)
Talk Like a Pirate Day 2008
Talk Like a Pirate Day 2007
Talk Like a Pirate Day 2006
Talk Like a Pirate Day 2005
My favorite teacher told us this! We then had to do these pirate phrase definitions. It was odd.
(first post?)
Strangely, ITLAPD and Rosh Hashana coincide this year.
So you can say “BARRRRuch atah Adonai Elohenu…”
*cracks up* Arr, I should have done that….
Oh, tomorrow’s going to be fun. Last year, the people doing the Twitter for the Phoenix Mars Lander participated and wrote “Greetings from MAARRRRRRs!”
Ahoy, this be the thread I was waitin’ for, mateys!
Arghh I’m still at me ship(home) sick with the landlubber swine flu.
I be at dock, sleeping in, with my landlubber cold.
It’s tomorrow? Wonderful, I’m going to an event with friends. Not a Pirate Day event, but it falls on that day anyway, I think.
Yo ho, fiddle dee dee.
Being a pirate is all right with me.
Do what you want ’cause a pirate is free.
You are a pirate!
To celebrate TLAPD, I’m going to
steal songs onlinewander around the house sneezing and trying not to talk because of my sore throat.You know, I think it was that very pirate day which acquainted me with loadingreadyrun. I thank you GAPAs.
I have a meet tomorrow. I can’t speak pirate while running. Darrrn?
-A
Arr!!!
Yeo-ho, me hearties! Let’s see if this scurvy screen shot I bin makin’ will upload.
Aye, that English-to-pirate website translator did brave work.
Arrr!!! Happy Talk Like a Pirate day ye landlubbers.
Oh, it be a grand and glorious day fer sailin’ in me neck o’ the woods. Had any o’ ye heard the tale that the booty o’ Captain Kidd was buried on Gardiner’s Island, not far from these parts? (Of course those scurvy British went and dug it up not long after, they did.)
11- Cool!
Me is sitting at dock with me odd sickness waiting for the little sister ta finish the fiddle practice so we can haul anchor and set off for the pool party!
This be a fine day to straddle the forebow and squint out to sea! Me mates be trés ( finding it hard to not speak French in the middle of Pirate ) er, I mean ARRR, draw up the ropes and toss that monkey over the starboard!!!
I’m not fluent in Pirate.
Nothing wrong with it, there were French pirates.
Partial transcript of a space-piratical conversation on SpaceVidcast:
*metoneme is talking about space colonization while I nod and mostly agree*
Jeph: “I’m back.”
Me: “Arrrrrr ye havin’ a nice TLAPD, Jeph me matey?”
Jeph: “Aye, ye bilge rat!”
*Jeph joins the conversation*
Metoneme: “So the problem is, we just don’t have enough funding.”
Me: “He says we need more booty!”
Jeph: “Aye.”
Me: “An’ diggin’ be not an option.”
Jeph: “Nor askin’ for parley from Congress.”
And on and on. We had a whole discussion like that in pirate lingo.
Argh ye blasted lubbers!
Fer the celebratin’ o’ this fine day I dress-ed up in me finest o’ shore-goin’ togs an did a right proper eyesplice fer tae keep in the practice o’ things fer next time I go’s a sailin’.
An’ terday I eschewed dehydration and avoided faintin’ dead away as I did yesterday. Bloody bad streak o’ luck that was indeed. Made quite an impression on the poor feller though, I reckon it surely did.
Well mates, in past years it’s a-been my custom ter educate ya scurvy no-good dogs on some sort o’ nautical lore so’s ya don’t disgrace the good ship MuseBlog by not bein’ as salty as ye can possibly be. But ye know, this year this most worthy hollerday done snuck up on me, and I’ll be buggered if I’se can think of a proper subject ter admonish yez on. So ye all just head on down ter the tavern, and I’ll might just think o’ somethin’ in a few days ter bore yez all with.
But before ye head off tae yer hammocks, let’s have a rousin’ chorus o’ Bonny Ship the Diamond!
The Diamond is a ship me lads,
For the Davis straight she’s bound,
And the Quey it is all garnished with the bonnie lasses round.
Captain Thompson gives the order
To sail the ocean wide
Where the sun it never sets me lads, nor dark clouds fill the sky.
And it’s cheer up me lads,
let your hearts never fail,
For the bonnie ship the Diamond
goes a-fishing for the whale!
Along the quay at Peterhead
The lassies gather ’round, with shawls all pulled about them,
And salt tears running down.
Oh don’t you weep my bonnie lass, sure you’ll be left behind,
But the rose will grown on Greenland’s ice
Before we change our mind.
And it’s cheer up me lads,
let your hearts never fail,
For the bonnie ship the Diamond
goes a-fishing for the whale!
Here’s a health to the Resolution,
Likewise Eliza Swan,
Here’s a health to the Battler of Montrose
And the Diamond ship of fame!
We wear the trousers of the white, and the jackets of the blue,
When we return to Peterhead we’ll have sweethearts anew.
And it’s cheer up me lads,
let your hearts never fail,
For the bonnie ship the Diamond
goes a-fishing for the whale!
Oh it’ll be bright both day and night
When the whaling lads come home,
With barrels full of oil me boys and money to our name.
We’ll make the cradles for to rock,
And the blankets for to tear,
And every lass in Peterhead will sing ‘hus-a-bye my dear”
And it’s cheer up me lads,
let your hearts never fail,
For the bonnie ship the Diamond
goes a-fishing for the whale!
And now, bury yer noses in yer tankards and have a good night, fer some of us is sailing in the mornin’.
One of my favorite sea songs. I’ll sing it with you sometime. Meanwhile, fair winds and a following sea!
Oh! I hadn’t heard that one before but it is gorgeous. (my friend gave me a bunch of Sea Shanties once and I’ve not gotten to nearly all of them but I probably own most sea shanties. (Spanish Ladies is playing now))
17.1~ Indeed, Cap’n. A fine song indeed, I’m getting in my sea chanty fix a little late today, but better late than never. Ahh, I really should sing these more often, what’s wrong with me?!
Oh, urgh, no. I watch the first minute or so of the TLAP vid, and a large drink of rum? *shudder* No way, absolutely not. I made the mistake of tasting the tiniest sip of it once, and it tasted absolutely vile. Not to mention, burned like heck. I very nearly threw up. [Note: You did not read those last three sentences, I did not say them.
Our little not-so-secret-secret.]
Arrgh, it not be ITLAPD anymore, but who’s te say we can’t stop? Let’s stay pirates and not turn into lazy landlubbers again, me hearties!